The Curse Of The Blog
Filed under: Vexed - July 1, 2007 @ 4:44 amI saw another sex blogger’s post about what it means to be sleeping with a sex blogger, and I could relate. I ask myself, “Is this bloggable?” before I do just about anything, sexual or not. And while I’m, say, getting eaten with my hands tied above my head, I find myself taking mental notes, eager to relive the amazing sensations later as I document them. Hey, at least I’m not thinking about my grocery list.
Whenever I’m dating someone new, they like to share their good fortune by showing friends or family my blog. Yes, I’m The Beautiful Kind - sexy, witty, intelligent and love forced blow jobs and all this can be gleaned from reading the blog, but I’ll tell you right now it’s never a good idea to show a family member this website. Others reading it fear for the person I’m dating’s life, as if I might bite off their head during copulation or give them some genital rotting disease. Oh, please.
Also, I’ll be hanging out with the person I’m dating and they’ll mention something personal about me, like that time I got fisted or will ask about my butt plug set and I’ll be alarmed and exclaim, “Did I tell you about that?!” And they’ll say, “I read it on your blog.”
JESUS.
July 1st, 2007 at 8:23 am
A wise and beautiful person said it best, Be open and honest. Don’t be ashamed of your inner pervert. Work the kinks out.
July 1st, 2007 at 8:43 pm
Since it’s still morbid week and rtist is gone, I’ll admit that I’d like to be a praying mantis when I grow up. Even if you bite the male’s head off before or during copulation, his body will continue thrusting like crazy. You’re getting a fresh meal with orgasm. Nice! Don’t you envy those insects?